Week 14 Saturday 1 September to Friday 7 September 2012
The cold northerly wind was howling on Wednesday, as it has been all week.
My 19 year old son was flying to London on Wednesday night. He wanted one last glimpse of the beach before spending six months in Europe.
I’d already been for my dawn dip but at midday we hopped on our bikes and rode with the gale to Williamstown beach.
The sand was flying, the water was choppy, heading offshore in a hurry.
My son waded to waist deep. I took the plunge, for the second time in a few hours.
That night my son flew away. When he comes back the summer winds and the summer water will be warm.
365 swims 